"S-sir?"
He stutters, cheeks tinting red as he adjusts his falling glasses up to his nasal bone.
"Hoseok, I need you to marry me."
"What?!"
The male shouts, heart racing wildly as he he stares at the silver haired male in disbelief.
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Hoseok pulls the older up to his feet, smiling at him with a tinge of hope swimming in his eyes.
"I know you'd rather spend your day with your sister but I want us to do something more meaningful today. Would you let yourself loose, Yoongi?"
The man doesn't reply, round cheeks glistening with tears. He looks adorable with his face flushed and Hoseok so badly wants to coo at him.
"I... I don't mind."
His voice sounded hoarse from crying, eyes trained on his sister's tombstone.
"Okay then, I'll wait by the car and you can spend a few more minutes before we leave."
He utters and leaves first. Yoongi momentarily stares at the brunette's disappearing figure before averting his gaze back to his sister's grave.
"I've never felt this way before, Bubbles. Hoseok... He really is different, he makes me feel things that I thought I could never feel again. I don't want to hurt him but I'm so scared. Please give me a sign, tell me he is the one."
Yoongi sighs after a few seconds, feeling stupid. With a deep breath he leans down and kisses her name before whispering a small "bye", not noticing that one of the white lilies from the bouquet he had bought fell over his shoulder. Grabbing his things, he looks back and passes a genuine smile before making his way out to the car where Hoseok waits.
"Are you okay?"
The brunette asks as they pull out of the cemetery, gaze unwavering from his husband who glances at him for a brief second.
"I would've been just fine alone, Hoseok. You shouldn't have troubled yourself."
"Nonsense. I knew you weren't yourself all morning, Yoongi. Of course I had to be there for you, don't ask me why because I'm not sure myself."
He utters, looking out of the window. The air still thick with tension as the black haired male clears his throat after few minutes.
"Where do you want us to go?"
"Can you stop at the grocery store for a couple minutes? Need to get some stuff."
"Sure."
Hoseok insists that Yoongi stays in the car while he goes into the store alone. He walks out after half an hour, hands occupied with bags of food and snacks and a sack of rice. The older sighs before helping the younger to carry the bags.
"What's all this?"
"We're not going to the orphanage empty handed, Yoongi."
The man deadpans making the black haired male frown. He places the bags on the trunk as Hoseok settles on the passenger seat again.
